Sport

The wind whipped past Matt's face as he ran, cool against his sweaty skin. He dashed past one opponent, then another as a cheer went up, a raucous sound eminating from an unseen crowd. He lined up and shot, his aim true and the cheering amplified. He felt the victory inside, his being bursting with pride as the unseen masses showered him with adulation.

Inside the locker room Matt sat on the bench, his sweat drenched top beside him as he took a moment to relax, to feel the pleasurable ache of his muscles after his hard fought victory. The rooms were empty but that didn't seem strange... this was his place. His domain. It was only right that he could find peace and solitude here.

Matt's peace was broken by the sound of slow, steady footsteps approaching. The footfalls were heavy and methodical as if whoever was coming knew what they were doing, they had purpose. A figure appeared in the doorway and the room seemed to darken, as if their presence alone had altered their surrounds. As Matt took in the tall, bulky figure he felt an icy flicker up his spine, cool tendrils tickling his nerves, his brain and heightening his senses.

The figure stepped closer, light illuminating their face and Matt recognised the man immediately. He was Matt's idol, sport's greatest living legend and yet while Matt simply knew this, knew all of his achievements and accolades, he could not think of his name. It didn't matter though as he knew the correct response to being in the presence of such a legend - his stomach fluttering with nerves as the muscle-bound behemoth approached.

Now the legend stood over him, looking down with a wide grin, his booming voice seeming to echo inside Matt's skull rather than between the walls of the empty locker room itself.

"Saw what you did out there..." came the voice as a huge, powerful hand came to rest upon, then grip Matt's shoulder tightly. "You did real good boy."

Matt felt himself melt inside at the praise, a warm, pleasant feeling pulsing through him, spreading out from where the champ was gripping him. He gasped and whispered out his thanks as he stared up into the legend's wide, grinning face before sensation overwhelmed him and he had to look away. He found himself face to face with the champ's crotch and his eyes widened. The bulge beneath the loose fitting shorts was unmistakeable, the thick slab of meat beneath clearly swinging freely. Matt felt another overwhelming surge of sensation take hold as a large hand gripped the back of his head and pulled him forward, pressing his face against the shorts. The masculine scent of the champ's manhood filled his nostrils and everything went hazy and dark.

Matt found himself sitting on the champ's knee, the sheer size of it making him feel small and weak. He could sense that familiar slab of meat pressed up against his lower back, feel its throbbing heat and he realised that he himself was hard, cock straining tight inside his underwear. The champ's massive hands began to knead and fondle Matt's body, making him squirm and in the process, sending jolts of pleasure through his erect penis. The large man was soon groping Matt's buttocks roughly, then tearing off his shorts and underwear which fell away as if made of mist.

Now Matt was bouncing up and down, legs spread wide as the champ lifted him up forcefully with the palm of his enourmous hand. A thick digit was lodged deep inside Matt's asshole and the pleasure was like nothing he had ever imagined. His own rock hard cock swayed before him as the slapping of palm against ass echoed through the locker room, mingling with the sweaty, masculine aroma that filled the air. It was all so weird, so unexpected and so... good. Matt was right on the brink of release when the champ's deep voice tickled his ear with a growl.

"That's it boy... cum for me..." the man mountain grunted, a new edge to his tone that made him sound somehow darker. More sinister. Matt tried to twist around to look at him but the effort it took to cease bouncing was too much. He sensed rather than saw the shadowy, wispy outline of a face behind him, eyes glowing red like coals from somewhere distant within.

Vaguely Matt realised that this must be a dream - of course, what else could it be? This was all impossible. As his mind began to catch up with what had happened, what was happening, so too did his pleasure increase, his climax about to burst forth in mere seconds. With just a few moments in which to act, it was now or never...